stillnomedicallicense

"Who needs a medical license when you got style"

[exceptionally-mediocre]

"Doctor Death"

[technicolourprincess-blog]

[de4thpunch]

[nickvalentine]

for themilfmaster

[nishathesheriff1]

My current BL RP blogs:

Dr. Zed: stillnomedicallicense

Nisha/ Sheriff of Lynchwood (BL2): nishathesherif

[nedsmeds-a]

"I'm a doctor - I make people better..."

✗ Indie semi-selective Dr. Ned RP blog

✗ 10+ years of roleplaying experience

✗ Para, chat, one-liner, etc.

✗ Mun and muse are of age

✗ Always open to chat, plot, and RP

✗ Skype and Steam available for mutuals

✗ More than willing to RP violence/gore

"I just wanted everyone to be okay."

[missionvao-deactivated20140824]

[pidgeonsandpeeps]

Manhunt by shanyar

[stillnomedicallicense]

*props his boots up on the stretcher with the echo on his chest and chuckles*

[nicevampire-blog1]

just your friendly neighborhood doctor

[nishathesheriff1]

((In case you were wondering, here’s a list of my ‘active’ BL RP blogs

Nisha - nishathesheriff

Nisha (BLPS) - gunslingerlawbringer

Zed - stillnomedicallicense

Tannis - dr-patriciatannis

Dot (OC) - dahlydot

((regarding the two Nisha blogs, I wanted to have one focused more on BLPS and who she was at that time. Also I wanted to be able to follow people back because the Sheriff blog is one of my secondaries. But I’m going to use both and see how it goes? Maybe I’ll use nishathesheriff for BLPS stuff too, I have no idea.))

[stillnomedicallicense]

"Hehhh...y'know, I've been on a thought for a couple days now an' I'm just sayin',

The Spycho was freakin' awesome.

By which I do mean, 

I need some people parts. An' spider parts.

preferably uh, today.

Yuh know, before this dang spiderant carcass goes to all hell...

'hate to have to feed it to that hibbly hobbily rat been pokin' 'round here...

hehhhh. So who's up fer a little 'run go get' for your good pal Zed?"

[balbontino]

who needs a medical license when you got styyyyle

[reavenge]

♥♥- Zed

6.  A Confession.  “‘Ey doc?”  His head down, he slipped in through the open door, scanning the unsanitary operating theater;  the sticky floor, the cloud of black flies buzzing around the corpse on the cot in the corner.  It was only Zed in the stagnant room, Zed and a fresh liver, and a microscope.   Suddenly, he regretted not going to see Doc Mercy.  At least Mercy actually had a medical licence.  "I…uhh… ‘s wonderin’ if ya’ can take a look at ‘is rash I got…" 

[stillnomedicallicense]

"Eh? Oh!" Zed dropped the liver onto his desk with a wet splat, wheeling his chair over to the stretcher, "Well son you just sit yourself up on the stretcher while’s I just uh, change these gloves." 

If only he had a sterile pair. Oh well. The doctor took a relatively clean set from his drawer, picking a dry bit of who knows what off the fingers before turning back to the man.

"Lemme get that for ya’," With an easy shove his last patient thudded to the ground. Zed beamed, patting the gore smattered sheets. "Hop on up an’ let’s have us a look."

[stillnomedicallicense]

36 38 45

((36: What makes them feel guilty? He usually plays it off but the overall failure of most of his procedures really hits hard. That, and whenever he fails to help his friends/people he's close to in sanctuary. 

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained? Making new abominations or some nifty shield. People telling him he's a good doctor/pats on the back. 

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds? Deeds, usually. He's not the best with words.

[stillnomedicallicense]

"I tell ya...some folks are real squeamish bout blood. An' that just...it boggles my marbles, really. I mean, hell, it's jus' a itsy squirt, no need to go hollerin' to high heaven.

An' this fella...this fella just couldn't sit himself still, thrashin' about an' such, and then, then he just up and bops me and I can't keep a firm grip on that axe with one hand an'...

He uh...'worsened the wound' kinda, kinda literally...

Well flip me on my side an' call me skag bait, if you're not gonna listen to the man rippin' through your guts than..than I don't know what to say, really.

Whelp, moral of the story; when Zed tells ya somethin' you better...ya better make like you damn well heard it...ain't my durn fault you kids couldn't listen without a gun to yer head...an' then ya up and screech jus' causa' little blood spurtin out yer arteries! The hell'd you expect to be comin' out the damn things?! Candy? 

...

now's I put some thought on it...might try 'at sometime...candied arteries...huh."

[stillnomedicallicense]

☜ ☺ ✌ ♥

Does your muse like to top? : ((he actually prefers to be bottom, but can go either way depending on who.))

How often does your muse masturbate? : ((he's an old fart but probably...probably once a day or maybe a day or two in between. I don't have a set of genitals like his so I wouldn't really know.))

Is your muse good with their hands? : ((Very good, actually. He's got big hands but they're pretty precise, he can be a very good surgeon if he puts effort into it, and can extract even the tiniest shard of eridium with enough effort. If he put the effort in))

Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare? : ((Very affectionate geezer. Big bear-hug cuddling and kisses, usually praise if he's not asleep. His breath smells like death but he'll sweet talk ya alright.))